Though… He couldn’t help but chuckle dryly after another short drag.
“Clearly, you’ve done your homework before even approaching me, and you’re quite the bold woman.
I’ll agree to your terms. The op better be good.”
The cigarette hangs from his lips, and he clearly wasn’t happy about such a cut.
What was he going to say though .ᐣ She was right about him falling from royalty…
There was a low growl from his throat, in annoyance that Tellanova was right, he did want his spot back.
The fixer watches every movement of his. Though, it’s only her eyes that move, and the rest of her body stays stagnant in her examination.
❝ You’ve recently lost your crown. That’s all. ❞
Beyond a physical examination, Tellanova utilized her Kiroshis to scan his […]
( Blonde eyebrow raises above his red spectecles, and he fishes into his pocket for what seems to be a pack of cigarettes. Popping one out, muttering an 'huh' as she speaks. )
"I am very capable. What doubts would you have with me? Haven't even seen me in action yet."
It’s easy to see the sneer coat his face. Tellanova’s own face doesn’t budge, lest her blunt stare betray her thoughts inside.
❝ Something simple, if you’re capable. ❞
Weak’s hand practically engulfs the fixer’s, and her unkissed hand is brought back to her side.
[…]
( Weak looks down at her hand, giving a sneer. )
I’m sure you could, but it really depends on what it is that you’re offering, miss.
( He reaches and grasps her hand, and forms it to do a handshake instead. Prick. )